blue scissors,
a young hand.
a pattern,
dotted lines.
pins,
sharp and painful.
the material,
bunnies, watermelons, bees.
it turned out she had to do
one last charcoal pencil fucking drawing
in a whiskey cloud
this one last drawing being of her black-and-white cat
she didn’t want to do even one more charcoal pencil drawing
but she had to do it
because the charcoal pencils were all she had that would work
for drawing a decent picture of the cat
for the cat’s LOST poster…
Oh
Barley Avenue
I know that street
where you can go
to the house
hidden behind three elms
capture a deal of warmth with
the right words
a fine daisy bouquet
yes…
the fat red whale
in the sparseness of the sea
watched the castle atop the sea and sang
singing
it’s a lovely castle
the castle in the sea
it rose up from nowhere
it’s for you and me
no one lives there…
